A straight massage?

And just when I thought things could not get more intense….they did. He moved from my abs down onto both sides of my upper thighs at the same time, doing long strokes from my stomach to my thighs repetitively. My cock was bobbing to the left, then to the right, then to the left. It even slapped him in the wrist once, and I’m sure that left a smudge of pre-cum on him. I felt the beginning of the orgasm once again, and knew I was not going to be able to stop this geyser when all of a sudden, he stops, smiles, and says “I hope you enjoyed your massage. Nameste.” And then he was out the door?!!? What the hell??

I gripped my cock with my right hand and blew what must have been the biggest load in years after about 3 strokes. I covered my abs and pecs, and one shot landed on the corner of my mouth. It was such an incredible release, especially after that amazingly deep massage.

I soaked up the cum in a handful of tissues, and quickly got dressed before Jay came back to ask how I had enjoyed it. This guy was so chilled out. I told him that it was probably the best massage I had ever had (it so was!) and complimented him on the deep work he had done. I paid him, and added an insane tip, as he lead me to the front door. His smile was sincere and warm, and when he said that he would welcome me back for another visit, I told him he could count on it.

I got outside and leaned against the wall. What the hell just happened? A straight guy just spent 90 mins prodding every muscle and crevice of my body, but seemingly without sexual intent. I had spent most of the last 45 mins hard as a rock, leaking like a sieve? Was it supposed to go further? Did I want it to go further? I decided I was too zombied out to think clearly and stumbled home.

A week passed. I had to go back…as I had almost convinced myself I had imagined the whole thing. I called Jay up on a Saturday morning, and he said that he could see me at noon, as his girlfriend had a yoga class then and the place would be free. I showered, whacking one out while in there, so to lessen the chances of me popping wood during the massage.

I showed up at Jay’s place right on time. And damn it, it was a total repeat of the first massage! Me naked, me hard, me leaking…..and him being totally professional. He finished off again by working my hip flexors, right next to my towering cock….and then he says “I hope you enjoyed your massage. Nameste” And left the room?? A quick gripping of my cock shot ropes of cum over my chest, and I left, once again, bewildered.

It was about 3 weeks later when I got a text from Jay. I was in a meeting when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I glanced to see who it was and was surprised to see a text from Jay, asking if I would like another massage. I knew what I wanted from the massage, but I knew what he was offering, and so I declined. I couldn’t deal with one more session of all my hot straight boy fantasies and him not even noticing that I was about to explode.

He texted twice more over the following month, so I began to think he might be in need of the money the massage business generated. I decided to take a chance….and if he said no, well, that’d be the end of it. So when he texted a week later, I texted back “I’d love to come for another session but feel kind of embarrassed when I’m naked and you’re fully clothed. Any chance you would undress as well?”

I hit ‘send’ with all kinds of anxiety….and then waited for a reply. 30 seconds later, he sent a text back that said “Sorry, mate, but I’m str8 and not into guys”. Cringing, I apologized for asking and said I hope I didn’t make him too uncomfortable with my question. He didn’t reply. And there goes that, I though.

It was about 2 weeks later when I got another text on a Saturday morning from Jay. He asked if I was up for a massage. And I replied that I didn’t want to meet up unless he felt comfortable with both of us being naked. He surprised the hell out of me by texting back that he had been thinking about it and it would probably be ok if he got naked too. Damn! I was going to see that hot body without clothes after all! He asked if I’d be ok paying an extra $30 for that privilege, which I agreed to without reservation.

So an hour later, I was knocking on his door. Sure, I felt a little weird, having negotiated him into being naked…but not weird enough to not go through with it. He met me at the door with loose-fitting track pants and a black fitted tee. And that smile. Damn, that boy was hot.

He made no mention of our agreement as he led me to the massage room. He suggested I get undresses while he went to grab some water. My cock was bouncing as I quickly shed my clothes and hopped on the table. I made sure to point my cock downwards so a) give it some room to breathe, and b) let him see it! He tapped on the door and came in, and I resisted the urge to lift my head off the cradle to see if he was naked…now that I knew he was going to be naked, I wanted to prolong my anticipation. Jay made a little small talk as he got himself set up in the room. I was excited and nervous….and I think I might have flinched when I felt what was DEFINITELY the bare skin of his leg touching my hand as he manoeuvred around the table.

His massage was, as always, excellent. Deep work on the back muscles, long flowing strokes on the legs, and great trigger point work on my glutes. It was all going well when he positioned himself at the head of the table, and I could see his naked legs and feet through the hole in the headrest as I was still on my stomach. When he squatted down to really get into the neck massage, I could not believe my eyes. This god not only was beautiful, but also had a slab of meat like I had only ever seen in porn when some poor girl was being split in two by a monster cock. It was beautiful!! No exaggerating when I say it was at least 7” uncut soft. A trim patch of pubic hair framed it nicely. His legs looked hairless, which was a surprise for me.

As he worked my neck, I was transfixed on his dick. I could only dream of taking it in my mouth…but given that he was straight and likely only naked to make a few extra bucks, I had little confidence that would happen. Not ten seconds later, as if reading my mind, that slab of cock started to stiffen! I blinked, thinking it might have just been my perspective through the massage table headrest. But dammit, no! It was ballooning up to freak-show proportions, and was bobbing up and down with each massage stroke on my neck. It must have grown to a solid 10”, and the hood was still covering the head. I had never seen anything like it, and knew at that very moment that I definitely had to have it in my mouth.

After 5 mins of neck work, he told me to flip over. I couldn’t find the words to speak, so I slowly turned onto my back. My dick had been pouring out pre-cum for the last 5 mins, and the sheet under my cock was clinging to me because of it. Damn….made it to my back and felt the air on my totally engorged cock. I opened my eyes for a second as Jay started working on my pecs, and was delighted to see that fat cock of his in my peripheral vision. I decided to play it cool and not make a move just yet….pretending that we were just 2 guys who happened to be naked in the same room together.

That pretence fell away when he moved to my abdomen and, with a mighty slap, dropped his hard cock in my outstretched hand. I gasped, and let myself get used to the heftiness of it before I gently squeezed it. Jay moaned a little and kept on massaging my abs. I thought I was going to shoot any second, but then without a word, he moved on to my legs and dragged that hard cock out of my hand and out of reach. He worked my legs for a good 10 mins, and when I opened my eyes a few times, he looked like he was concentrating on solving some complex problem. I hoped he wasn’t having second thoughts….and was wondering where this was going to lead to next when he uttered those 7 words I had been dreading: “I hope you enjoyed your massage. Nameste.”

That was it? He was done? Damn, he was a tough nut to crack…..but then I opened my eyes and saw him smiling down at me, with his cock an inch above my lips. Needing no further invitation, I lifted my head and gave his foreskin a tentative swipe with my tongue, not breaking eye contact. I wanted to see his reaction to make sure this was ok with him. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back…and I knew it was mine to suck! I lifted my head off the table and, not exactly sure how I was going to do this, managed to coax all 10 inches of that cock into my throat. Yes, I gagged. More than once. I had never had a cock in my mouth before. But I was sure not going to let this opportunity pass me by. He was gyrating his heads, holding the sides of my head, and I had his plump ass cheeks in my hands. Fuck, this was heaven. I let go of one of his ass melons are grabbed my own leaky cock. I started pumping it furiously as I felt his pubes tickle my upper lip.

In pure synchronicity, we both started to blow our loads at the same time. I was about to pull it out of his mouth when I felt him grab the back of my head and keep me mounted on his cock. A second later, a gush of surprisingly sweet cum hit my tonsils, followed by 7 or 8 more spurts. I fought to swallow, realizing that I was shooting 3 or 4 feet into the air myself. His body was still convulsing 30 secs later when he finally let his cock plop out of my mouth, while I felt my own load go cool on my chest.

“Fuccccccccck” was all he could say. “That was the best blowjob I have EVER had in my life, dude. My girlfriend thinks she sucks me off well…but it is nothing compared to what happened just now. Damn!”

He giggled, shook his head, and walked out of the room. And I realized that I now needed man sex more than ever. I had a lot of time to make up! And I think massage sessions with Jay might just be a big part of my new life.